Abracadabra, You're Gay (Kellic)

Gayteen

i can't make the TwentyGayteen (2018) jokes to my friends so i'm making it here & wow is this gay lol

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"Guess what, Vic?"

Her voice was sultry and unnatural. Something about it was unnerving but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what.

"What?" I responded anyway, hoping my unease wouldn't come across in my voice. I smiled for extra measure, trying to keep my body language light and not as restricted as I felt.

She looked prettier today. Prettier than she'd ever been. Her features were soft and as if they'd been enhanced slightly. She even smelled faintly like cinnamon.

It made the hair on my arms stick out.

"You'll love it!" she exclaimed delightedly, clasping her hands together in sheer delight. Her hair seemed a darker shade of red but something about it was wrong.
It was the wrong shade, bringing out the tinge of her eyes more.

"What is it?" I urged, swallowing through how uncomfortable I felt. "Tell me."

She frowned a little, but turned her face away before I could look at her properly. Her body language changed, her shoulders tensing up and shrinking in on themselves. She was appearing smaller than she was but somehow angrier.

Danielle had always oozed calm and collected. This difference in her behavior was an unwelcome change.

"I don't want to tell you anymore," she sulked. "You're in a mood."

Her arms were stiff with the annoyance that was coursing through her body. I'd never felt this frustrated around her before, our friendship was a healthy and happy one.

"I'm not in a mood," I said irritably, "so just tell me."

She noticed the snap and edge to my voice and huffed.
She crossed her arms, putting her back to me and swinging her whole head of fiery hair into my face. I cringed away from her, feeling as if it stung as it slapped me.

"It's not my secret to tell," she whined suddenly. She was reminding me of a child throwing a fit when they don't get their way.

She pouted and said superiorly,  "so I can't tell you anyway."

She knew she'd caught me. I was too intrigued now by whatever news she had to say to let it go.

"But you just told me you would," I said in frustration. "You can't do that."

"I can do whatever I want to do," she replied fiercely, her arms uncrossing as she emphasized her words with her hands .

"Dani," I said gently, trying a different approach in order to coax the news out of her. "Just tell me."

She turned around, looking at me dead in the eye and making the hair rise on the back of my neck. Her face was blurry suddenly, all distinctive features blurring into each other and making my eyes swim.

Her hair seemed to erupt into actual flames, making me flinch away instinctively. The heat was making sweat drip down my face, making my skin hot and sticky. I had to stand up and move away from her, my face actually starting to burn.

She just stood up with me, walking toward me and grabbing my wrist. I could feel my skin bubbling underneath her touch, her hands melting away my flesh and exposing bone. I couldn't scream though, as if I'd magically gone mute all of a sudden. My eyes seemed to widen with the pain, my hair sticking to my scalp and the back of my neck.

"You don't know do you?" she huffed, her voice seeming to crackle.

I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't manage to get a word out.